We're Stardust, You and I | BIRDFLASH

Pulled me out, pushed me away

His uncle said not to take things too fast, but Wally was a speedster.

That's like asking him to stop breathing. And oh, Wally is the epitome of self control at that moment because he was sure that the out-of-city Detective, Dick Grayson, was the love of his life.

It wasn't even that hard to reach that status when the man brought him to a local burger joint. Over fries and milkshakes, they quickly found common ground. And then Dick began to talk about what he liked to do off hours... he was a gymnast in simple terms. Which caught Wally very off guard. Something he never would have expected when looking at him. Wally shared some equally interesting information, casually bringing up that he liked to run (not a lie, just not the same as what Dick is probably thinking of).

"So are you pretty caught up on this alien tech case?" Dick asked, making air quotes with his hand.

Wally finished swallowing a bite of food, wiping his mouth with a napkin as he nodded. "Yeah, I don't know how much I'm allowed to discuss since I haven't been briefed on the severity of it," he shrugged, "but there are some similarities in a case at my own department and I think that's why they bothered to bring me in." Wally took a sip of his drink, then gestured to Dick, who still seemed to be listening intently. "Is that why you're here? For the case?" He asked.

"More or less," the dark haired man shrugged.

Wally stared at him, narrowing his eyes. After a moment of silence he let out a humored huff. "That's it?"

Dick smiled, taking a sip of his soda.

"No," Wally shook his head, laughing almost. "What happened to having a conversation?"

"Well it's the same as you," Dick chuckled in response. "Not sure how much I'm supposed to say."

"Well why would you ask a question you can't answer yourself?" Wally asked, unbelievably perplexed.

"It was my turn to interrogate you," he said, raising his paper cup and clinking it with Wally's.

He raised his brow. "Again," Wally reiterated from earlier in the day, "I was making conversation. Is that why you wanted to get dinner with me? To question me?"

"What reason did you think I was asking you to dinner for?"

This time Wally remained silent, deciding it was best if he took another bite of his food to avoid answering.

"Whatever reason you're thinking," Dick started, "it was that too." And Wally doubted that he was thinking of the same reason.

Wally gulped. "I'm starting to doubt it." He took a sip of his drink, well aware of how red his face had probably gotten. "So..." he said, desperate to move on. "You like motorcycles?"

"Wally," Dick's tone softened. "I asked you out to dinner cause I think you're hot and I wanted to get to know you."

Wally looked at him, face severely flushed. "So, this is a date?" He asked.

"Do you want it to be?" Dick leaned forward, earnest blue eyes staring deep into his.

Suddenly, every single thought and doubt about this dinner had flown out of his brain. Screw his poor commitment issues and priority of being a superhero, this gorgeous man just clarified that he asked him on a date. And sure, Wally's known him for just about a day but he would gladly stop the world for him.

Dick reached out and put his hand on top of Wally's, still maintaining eye contact, he placed his napkin in a pile with the rest of the trash and discarded food. "Can I ask you on another date so the message is clear?" He asked, tilting his head.